My sweet Melody

 
Melody my sweet, sweet little girl. Sing a song for me, baby. Sing a song for me a song sweeter than honey. Brighter than the sun. Make mommy happy darling.
And so melody sang but not with words.
A note plucked straight from an angels harp poured from her lips and into the air. Then another and another and another. 
When the last note faded and little melody opened her eyes her mother sat before her, a sad indigo fire in her eyes. 
Melody, my baby promise me you will be happy. Always and everyday.
Yes mommy
Promise me you will never know the 
Pain of love.
I promise.
Promise me that youll never hear a scream of terror.
That you will never see a dove fall dead, that death cannot scare you and no one will hurt you.
Mommy you're scaring me.  Little melody cried
PROMISE ME!
Yes! Yes! I promise!
Good melody, now drink your water.   
Her tiny hand clamped around the glass and lifted it slowly to her lips, and drank. 
Fire. Pain. Terror. Horror. 
Melody screeched with panic and pain wondering just what she had done. Liquid fire burned her throat, her stomach. Acid ate her insides. The feeling of pure hell, of satan and his rage captured and caged in her delicate body. Nothing could describe the feelings so physically intense she was enduring. More of the poison, forced down her throat mid-scream. 
Melody honey. Do not scream. 
Why? Why mommy why!
Oh baby your casket will protect you. Ill make it white marble so the angels will see it. Let death become you, let him embrace you and keep you safe. 
       Blood rain came from melody. Dripping from her mouth and squirting from her eyes. 
Pools of blood form around her as bits of her organs  fall to the floor. 
Melody, oh melody. My baby, my sweet lovely melody.